Five hundred twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes

Rent fans will recognize the blog title as the first line from Seasons of Love. Math nerd will know it's the (rounded) number of minutes in a year. Today I thought back on what was a year ago's Memorial Day long weekend.

A year ago, it was Hudson River Valley, the hidden gem of Beacon, and the deliciousness that was Blue Hill at Stone Barns. A year ago, it was the "last hurrah," if you will -- the last of a nearly-four year journey that I'd rather forget than remember. A year ago, I finally realized this journey was mostly in my head, and that reality had gone sour long before this trip, or many that had happened before it.

A year ago I learned to say goodbye.